"The fire escape she climbed it one night, and sat by my side in the pale moon light / her breath,
mingled with mine, perfumed the air with the smell of cheap wine / all the time when she told her mom why she had gone to
Banff she'd come and climb the fire escape and wait, for me to arrive with some wine / a bottle of rot-gut costs six-ninety-nine,
which I can earn in an hour, one dish at a time. ///

"The fire escape it overlooked the bear-proof dumpsters by the beautiful brook, which flowed to the
Bow, the glacial Bow, that burned with green fire neath aurora's green glow / high boreal meadows, responding blue, this is
true, we'd sit and laugh and wail, overheard by whiskey-jacks and quail / and ravens knew our shouts, knew our threats, knew
our doubts / secret elk eyed us gravely, from the shaded woods. ///

"The fire escape was perched to the side of a weatherbeaten wall of a rickety dive / where we
all lived, and some people died, where some of us fled after hitching a ride / in the summer of twenty-O-three, by September
nineteenth there still had not been a single drop of rain, and a fear fell into her brain / her home she could smell in the
ash in the air, the Okanagan was on fire, her Vinland a-flare."